Chapter 16: Teenagers

"OMFG WTF IS RONG WITH YOU!!! IM NOT A NARCROMANCRE!!!" I shooted at Error who just breathed fire at me like a dragon.

But thankfully, me and Brenana's artronarchs blocked the way and absorbed most of the damage, and we used our ward spells that Tolldor taught is to protect ourselves. Also apparently Brenana is immune to fire because she's a Dunmer.

"Look, it's an honest mistake. In my defense, you're dressed exactly like every other necromancer I've come across in Skyrim! How am I supposed to know the difference?" The enoby clad hottie said defensively.

"Unapologetic basterd!!!" I yelled at him and I stuck my middle finger up at him. My flame atronach stuck her flaming middle finger up at him too.

"By Dibella's left tit, if I only we were outside right now, I'd shout her off a cliff..." he muttered to himeslf.

"I heard that!" I shooted.

"Wait a second. 'Nir, is that you?" Brenana came out from behind the rock we were hiding in and walked up to Error.

"Brelle? By Shor, I never thought I'd bump into you in here, of all places!" Error said and they hugged. I was shocked!

"What brings you here with...her?" He looked at me judgementally.

"Oh, this is my friend Raven. She's one of the new apprentices at the college." Brenana introduced me happily "We were told that some of Shalidor's writings could be found in here somewhere. You didn't happen to come across anything, did you?"

"I think Erik mentioned that he found some scrolls earlier. We were planning to sell them, but if that's what you're looking for, I guess you can have them." Error said causally as he grinned rougeishly and I swooned. He was still a hottie even tho he was an asshat who looked like Enthrir but hotter.

"Thanks, 'Nir. You're a great help!" Brenana smiled at him excitedly.

"No problem, Brelle." He said softly to Brenana who I'm suspecting is his gf (yes in that way!)

"WTF Brenana you know this jerk?!" I asked her angrily.

"Oh, right. I forgot you weren't at the College before he left. Raven, this is my friend Errenir. He was the newest apprentice at Winterhold before you came along."

"Pleasure." Error smirked rougeishly and sarcastically at me while rolling his mystical hazel eyes and I blushed.

I scoofed at him in response tho. "This doesn't mean I forgive you for the fire breath. WTF was that anyway? Are you half dragon or something?"

"Not exactly. Half-Nord, half-elf. But full soul of a dragon, as far as I know." He responsed so causally and smugly that he was filing his nails with his enoby dagger in front of me.

"What?" I said

"It means I'm Dragonborn." Error sighed exasperately in annoyance.

"What?" I said.

"Ugh. I'm basically half dragon. Whatever, I have another puzzle gate to figure out." He grumbled at me. What a smug asshat. "Please, excuse me, Brelle. I've got an evil necromancer to defeat and an ancient ghost love story to resolve. I'll get those scrolls to you in a bit."

Just then Erik pulled a lever and the gate opened.

"It worked!" Erik exclaimed triumphantly and I stared at his big toned muscles as he raised his fists in the air in success.

Error's jaw dropped. "How?" He stared at Erik in awe.

"The answers were behind the overgrown shrubs," Erik responsed.

"Of course they were." Error the Dargonbron said with a blank face. He looked so done.